There is a certain kind of urban character who, however lightly we brush
against him, instantly leaks the psychopathy of everyday anguish all
over us. He is a man working in a menial job that brings him into
constant, envious touch with people more fortunate than he, a man
enraged by the bad deal life has given him but unable to articulate
that rage. Instead, he is given to fantasies ranging from the glumly
sexual to the murderously violent. He is, finally, a man of...